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                Dimitrius sat up popping every single joint in his body as he moved.  He groaned as he stretched.  He was sitting on the moss covered roots of a tall Western Red Ceder.  Dimitrius was young only 24 and handsome with his long black hair that fell onto his shoulders.  He heard movement from the left of the tree, and that alone set him into motion.  As his bones snapped and his skin tore and He tore through the flesh of his human self in order to free the beast. 

                The Black haired werewolf snarled loudly as another branch snapped.  A young boy no older than 9 stepped out from among the trees sleepily rubbing his eyes.  Dimitrius relax and phased back into his human phase by shedding his werewolf coat.  Noah grinned widely “you so need to teach me how to do that”  He shook his head “no child shall learn to change with out the assistance of the moon.”  Noah whinned in annoyance  “You sound like an old man”  Dimitrius growled in reply.  Noah shrugged he knew that Dimitrius was all talk and no bite when it came to other members of their pack.  “Dimi don’t be mad”  “Don’t call me that you f***ing brat!” he roared then finally stormed off into the woods.

                Elijah was one of the oldest members of the pack at 36 and had seen many things over the years, but nothing like this.  The corpse of Dylan in his werewolf form lay in the middle of the road along with 2 other humans as well as a wrecked truck.  The trucks grill was completely smashed as well as the windshield broken.  He glanced from right to left checking the road to make sure no one was coming in either direction and stepped onto the highway.  The scene reeked of blood which was beginning to make him hungry.    He examined the clean cut through Dylan’s neck, and at the same time his nose caught the aroma, immediately making him nauseous.  That sweet cinnamon like scent that burned his nostrils.  He gagged and stumbled backwards trying to escape the foul smell.  “Shit” Elijah gasped as he made it back to the edge of the woods.  His chest heaved with every exerted breath to clear the odor from his system.  In all his years he had never smelled anything like it, but he knew whatever had left that smell was the same thing that had killed Dylan.  His face tightened as rage began to bubble up under neath the surface, the same thing that had killed his Nephew.

                The trumpets blasted from the stereo system and the room came alive with the sounds of the orchestra playing Haydn: Symphony No. 31.  Julian a spry man of 49 danced back and forth to the tempo of the music as the mop in his hands Glided across the floor wiping away the paw prints he had left during the night.  Julian moved his free hand along with the music almost as if he was conducting it himself.   Julian slid elegantly to one of the counters and flipped open one of the cabinets with his free hand.  Emerging with a wine glass in between his thumb and index finger, and a bottle of Château Pétrus--Vintage 1996 in-between his pinky and ring fingers.  Carefully he pulled the cork free and filled the glass almost to the rim.  Julian set the bottle back on the counter, and cautiously raised the glass to his lips, being careful not to spill any on his new designer suit.  “M-m-m-m” he let the rich aroma drift through him before taking his first sip.  Fine wines were one of his few passions in this world, and they just seemed far better after gorging himself on human flesh and blood.  The glass tilted back and a little swashed onto his tongue. “Splendid” he exclaimed and drank more emptying half the glass in a single gulp.  Julian sampled the fine French import again this time a frown formed as he glimpsed his reflection in the glass.  He sighed “Shameful that a Thoroughbred such as myself should be seen in such away.”  He adjusted his appearance using the glass as a mirror.  He used his fingers to comb his long gray hair until he appeared to be neat and well groomed.

“Much much better” He smiled at his reflection most pleased with himself.  The phone rang loudly from the other room.  He loved the noise of the classic ring.  He thought it was charming, which was the whole reason the only phone he owned was an antique he had managed to track down,  “hello?” he answered  after entering into his living room.  Julian sat down onto the arm of one of his large leather loungers.  “Please calm yourself Elijah.  You can’t run off half cocked.  No, you should discuss these things with the elder before you go out hunting.”  He shook his head making a clicking sound as a hint that he was disappointed.  “I know that he was your nephew and what happened was terrible, but the next full moon “Julian chuckled “You truly think Dimitrius will act on your behalf?  He may very well have been the one to of killed him.  The two were both in young ones squabbles like petty children.  Is that so?  Have you discussed it with the elder? Well do that then call me back.  My curiosity is mounting.  I’ll wait in anticipation for your next call.”

Julian climbed off the arm of the chair and slid into his leather couch and propped his feet up on his all leather foot rest, just as all the possibilities of what could possible slay a werewolf flooded his mind.  In all his years he had never even heard of one being harmed let alone killed.  It was entirely new, and the odd sent that Elijah had encounter during his search.  “Absolutely exquisite” Julian exclaimed again as more possibilities burst forth from his thoughts.

The shrouded figure moved in and out of the shadows of the abandoned barn.  The place forsaken after the events of the night.  However the scent of the werewolves remained burning his nose, but he endured mostly for his own curiosity.  That’s all it could be, since he never wanted to let another’s blood ever reach his mouth.  He shivered in remembrance of the taste.  “Disgusting mutt” he groaned holding his stomach.  “May I never have to taste another one of those filthy dogs again for the rest of eternity” He said in his smooth velvet voice.  Suddenly he leapt into the loft of the barn landing silently inside, it was abandoned just like the rest of the old barn, but this area smelled differently than the rest.  A faint smile formed on his lips as he recognized the scent, swiftly another scent carried by the wind crossed his path and his eyes burned with desire as the smell of prey assaulted his nose and made his mouth water.  With lightning speed he darted out of the collapsed roof following the trail.

“Luna!”  Alex called as she stumbled around aimlessly.  “Luna” she called out again.  She and her older sister Lynette were looking for their kitten Luna who had escaped out the broken window.   Little did she know that she was walking deeper and deeper into the woods that surrounded the house.  Soon the trees closed around her and to make matters worse and unusual scent that reminded her of cinnamon cookies was confusing her and leaving her delirious.  Something chuckled in the dark abyss of the woods making the little girl jump with fright.  That’s when she saw the hooded figure behind her leaning up against one of the trees “Oh my are we lost little lamb?”  Came the velvet voice drifting to her ears as his lips retracted back revealing his long white fangs.